Page 4 of Sweet Virgin

His dark shadow overpowered my small frame. Craning my neck, I looked up at the massive piece of man now standing between the dick-wad reporter and myself.

His back was curving and twisting with hard muscles. Popping up from under the collar of his shirt, the muscles of his neck pulsed with strength. Lowering my gaze, I followed the perfect v-shape down to his tight ass.

Sweet Jesus.

Instinctively, my fingers tingled by my side, eager to touch the dips and bulges. Reaching up to my neck, I stroked my throat. My heart just about threw itself out of my mouth and onto the ground. He was the purest form of man I had ever laid eyes on.

As I stood there in awe, my sex pulsed in lust-filled temptation. This raw feeling crept through my body, stealing me away from reality. I could hear my pulse, beat after beat as my heart sped up. This man had done something to me with just his presence.

I wasn't sure what it was or why it fluttered in so fast, but I couldn't deny, I liked it.

“No, but harassment is. She told you to leave her alone, but I don't think you're listening.” His voice flowed out, smooth and husky. Each word was built with intimidation and threat.

“Harassment? She hit me! She crossed the line, not me. Look, I don't know who you think you are—”

“I think—I'm getting really pissed, so I suggest you take a walk.” Flipping his fingers in the air, the man growled.“Now.”

Grimacing, Dean scrubbed his nose and gave me a sideways glance. “Whatever. This bitch is overrated anyway.” Rolling his eyes, he started back towards the parking lot, tucking his notebook into his back pocket.

Biting my lower lip, a smirk teased the edges.Ha! Take that! Asshole.

The brute man with muscles growing muscles flicked his head over his shoulder and looked down at me. “You okay?”

Nodding, my lips thinned. “Mm, hm.” I felt feverish. My body was warm, stomach twirling and jumping with a mass of butterflies.

What the hell is wrong with me?

He had just waved off a nuisance to my already horrible day, and all I could do was mumble. I suddenly felt so small, so vulnerable. And it turned me on.

I had never been this close to a man before. . . At least not a real man that wasn't hired to try and take the one thing that wasn't up for auction.

As he turned to face me, his bold blue eyes shimmered. They were huge and bright, drowning me in this feral attraction to just jump him right there in the sand. I could see it all in my head like a short film. Me lunging forward, pressing my lips against his as his arms curled around the small of my back.

Stop, Allie, just stop.

But I couldn't, despite how much I told my body to knock it off. The guy was hot, peeled right out of Sports Illustrated and plopped down in front of me.

His hair was blowing in the ocean breeze, teasing his forehead. The deep tan on his skin was kissed with tiny grains of sand that speckled against the sun. His jaw was cut with sharp lines and covered in a light stubble. I had the urge to brush my hand against his cheek just to feel how rough it was.

Wrapping my arms behind my back, I teetered on my heels while a playful smile itched on my face. I had to get control of myself, it was ridiculous.

One of his brows shot up, head ticking a hair into his shoulder. “You sure you're alright? You have this. . .” Pausing, his eyes fell over my face.“Look.”

I could feel my cheeks flush, thinking he might be able to read my body language. Turning my lips down, my eyes shot wide. “No no, I'm good.” Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my nerves. “Thanks for that. You didn't have to, but thank you.”

“I didn't have to?”

“No, I had it under control.”

A chuckle spilled from his mouth as his head raised towards the clear blue sky. “Right, right. He totally looked like he was about to give up and stop stalking you.”

He's right, that guy probably would've followed me for the rest of the day.

“Okay, so maybe I would've had a stalker today, but I would've worn him down. I know how to drop assholes like that.” Holding up one finger, I bounced it in the air.

“Do you? And what would you have done to get him to leave? You nailed the guy and he still didn't get it.”

He stumped me. I didn't have a clue. In all reality, I probably would've ended up giving him the finger, screaming profanities and having one hell of a front page news story tomorrow.

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